Monday, December 31, 2007

I thought I knew a lot about sex, as these blog entries attest. But apparently not.

Check out the poll at right: One of the leading categories of "illicit fucks" is sex with a relative (!). My brother-in-law's advance notwithstanding, I've never known anyone who has admitted to sleeping with a relation.

So now it's your turn to turn me on. Leave a comment or send me an email (no names will be used, of course -- I hear from readers from all over the world, and all are safe with Susie). Tell me about your sex with a relative. Brother, sister, mom, dad, uncle, aunt, cousin? What was it like? did you like it? Did it affect your future sexual behavior.

The brother-in-law saga generated plenty of comments. Some of you think I am quite a slut, capable of anything...

I am capable of a lot. You know I am a junkie for the new, the thrilling, the sexual. I am also brutally honest with you, dear reader, because we don't have to see each other every day.

Some readers admitted to a fetish about adultery. It's with all of us, whether the poleax in the middle when we discover a lover has been unfaithful, the illicit thrill of getting away with it, or the secret arousal that comes from imagining the act that left us devastated.

I've felt all three.

Believe it or not, I married a man I thought was the love of my life. But the sex trickled off once we were married and then stopped altogether. Then I found that he was fucking his young assistant. I had a hole in my middle. I fell apart. But I was also wildly aroused, especially when I followed him and saw that the love interest was an 21-year-old physical copy of me. We fought and separated.

My husband's best friend Ted, a Republican family values type, was quick to get a radar lock on my emotional state. Talks led to hugs led to...a revenge fuck. I was wild with anger, fear, grief, but I knew exactly what I was doing. At one point, I arranged for Ted to be fucking me in our marriage bed when my husband made one of his unannounced visits home "to pick up his clothes."

My husband was hysterical when he found us, Ted on top, my legs wrapped around him. He could hear me screaming in pleasure as he snuck up the stairs. Ted never even lost his erection. He just fucked me a couple more strokes, dismounted, dressed and left. I pulled up the sheets, laughed, screamed, cried. It was a bad scene, but I made a vow.

I vowed I would never be without sex.

I need it at the core of my soul -- and I realize that sets me apart from many other people. I've fucked a few other married men. I have no regrets. It's not my problem if their wives can't keep them satisfied, or lose interest in sex. Monogamy is overrated and perhaps impossible for highly sexual people. The only question is what polite lies we use to cover our tracks. I know of several upright soccer moms who have played around, but in conversations are oh-so-judgmental about adultery.

As for Justin, I'm not interested in him in real life. He and Amber made their choices. I made mine.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Justin sent me a note of apology for being out of line on Christmas. He said he was drunk. "No hard feelings, Susie," he writes. I am still thinking about his very hard, very LARGE cock hanging out of his corduroy pants, the shaft thick with veins, the head nearly purple with arousal, the idea that he wanted to fuck me while his wife, my sister was downstairs fussing over children and ham. No hard feelings, huh. Was that eight inches or nine? He signs off: "I hope we can have a drink sometime and talk about this."

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

It was quite a day at the old homestead. My bother-in-law Justin came onto me like never before. He's married to my uptight sister Amber, and I know he is both attracted to me and frustrated at the lack of sex in their marriage.

It doesn't surprise me he's frustrated. Amber has all my mom's hangups about sex and isn't shy about letting me know she thinks I am a shameless harlot. But, hey, he married her (she definitely got the big boobs in the family; maybe that's it).

So before dinner, I go upstairs to use the bathroom, and once I am at the door, Justin is behind me, hugging me, kissing my neck, reaching around to pinch my nipples. I can smell the alcohol on his breath. Maybe I let it go on a little too long. When I turn around, I see he's unzipped and his erect cock is poking out.

I must say, he's got quite a unit!

I shooed him away and peed in peace. But it was the perfect reminder that adultery and its possibilities are always around us. I'm not going to fuck my sister's husband (hee-hee, what do you think about your slut sister, now, Amber?). But I will write about adultery later this week. I have given and taken and been screwed by it...

Monday, December 24, 2007

It was Christmas eve, 1992. I was in grad school and between boyfriends. Every now and then I would encounter this nice young man in the library. It started with smiles, then small talk. I could tell he was shy, and he was very cute. He cut such a nice figure in his jeans and leather jacket. He had one of those strong chins that you can't buy from the plastic surgeon.

So I didn't go home that year, and I was kind of feeling sorry for myself. I stopped by a bookstore and was browsing through the poetry section...and there was my young man. The store was emptying out but we lingered, talking. I could tell he was attracted to me, too. But he wouldn't make a move.

I just kept edging closer as we talked, and soon we were right against each other. I raised my head to his and he kissed me. It was tentative. I grabbed his collar and pulled him to me for a longer kiss...tongues wrestled...he had the sweetest breath. He opened my parka and caressed my breasts, ran his hands inside my denim-encased thighs. Pushing my pelvis against him I could feel his erection. We continued making out until the owner, an old hippie, told us to "get a room."

Back at my apartment, we left the proverbial trail of clothes to my bed. He was indeed an Adonis, but still so shy. I just laid him down, grabbed that cock sticking up like a thick fuck-me flagpole and slid him inside. I was already so wet. We kept kissing madly. I rode him only a few times before he gave a loud moan and bucked hard against me.

He started apologizing but I just kissed him, brushed back his hair and still riding. I could feel his semen tricking out with each stroke. My clit found the hard spot on his pelvis and I just kept going, his softening cock still in me, until my orgasms overtook him. I think my screaming scared him at first.

Yes, he was a virgin. Later I made us dinner, we shared a bottle of wine and our life stories, and we fucked all night long in every position. It wasn't long before he was fucking me doggy for what seemed like an hour, jus like an experienced stud. In the morning, a fresh blanket of snow had fallen.

Monday, December 17, 2007

Seattle is at its most beautiful during the holidays. Downtown shimmers with lights and happy crowds move along the sidewalks. The temperature is just cool enough to dress for the season. Light showers leave the streets with a magical sheen. It's the best time of year to get laid.

My old friend Jon is an author and was in town for a weekend book signing. He's not to be confused with my ex-husband of the same name. Hey, I knew a man who collected Lindas. I was one of about a dozen that man had bedded: Linda Sues, Linda Annes, Linda Maries, Linda Kays and a Linda Christine!

This Jon knows me so well, knows my body and appetites. We had a drink at his hotel and walked around the city for awhile, but we soon ended up in his room. He covered me with lingering kisses as he removed my top and bra, my skirt and stockings, my panties. I wanted to get down and worship his penis, but he was having none of that yet. "I need to taste that glorious pussy," he said, laying me out on the bed.

Jon is the best cunnilinguist I have ever encountered, women included. He's also very into my legs. So he began with my toes and worked his way up each leg, kissing, licking, sucking, gentle nibbles. His beard and mouth just brushed against my clit, and he lingered taking in my scent like a fine wine, before he dropped down to start on the other leg. I was already moaning and quivering, on the edge of orgasm.

I felt his tongue ever so lightly on my full labia, running around my lips, then gently tongue-fucking me, then licking my perineum. He knew how close I was, so he only gradually and very lightly started moving his tongue in circles around my clit. He played me on and on, but I soon had a violent orgasm.

By this time I had to have his cock inside me, so I pulled his shoulders and he knew what to do. I felt him slip inside me, gasped, and raised my knees, wrapping my legs around him just the way he loves it. He has this amazing way of riding me missionary style, so soon I was coming again, using my legs to pull him deeper inside me. I oscillated my pelvis, fucking him back, feeling his hot breath on my neck, his balls pounding against my cheeks. Then I heard him cry out and come inside me.

We held each other a long time in the darkened room, looking out at the city, shared a smoke and soon started again. It was the best Christmas present.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

I vividly remember my first big penis. I was 19, and had only recently lost my virginity. I had enjoyed only two lovers, boys with what I now know were average cocks, and quite nice. The situation in which I found my first big one deserves its own post, but let's return to penises.

I saw it and was enthralled: it looked huge -- he said it was nine inches, so even deducting for braggodocio, it was giant, and thick. It was uncircumsized -- I had never seen such a thing, and it looked both odd and exotic. I was drunk and horny, already feeling out of control, but the sight of it was also scary. That monster was going to try to get into my recently virginal vagina?? Truth be told, it was uncomfortable at first. He was young and not very sensitive about the equipment he was carrying. I was sure I was going be torn open and bleeding!

Pretty soon, though, my pussy accommodated it and it was an amazing feeling. I had never felt so filled up, and every thrust just seemed to take the breath out of me. This was raw fucking with no teenage romance, and I was on the receiving end. I pulled up my knees and wrapped my legs around him as he pounded into me. My moans got louded and percussive. Thrust...Oh! My orgasm was very powerful and my contractions had never felt so good, my pussy walls enveloping that great cock. The experience began my appreciation of large penises.

Which brings me to this month's poll question. Note that the majority of respondents say they wouldn't tell their lover that his penis didn't measure up, presumably to past experience, or even to expectations. Some men might have been voting their anxieties or humiliation fantasies. But I have heard from enough women to know the grrls are weighing in, too.

One wrote me to say her current lover was too small, and didn't give her the feeling of her previous big men. Should she tell him? Of course not. If he's loving and can make you come, that's a treasure.

The penis debate will never be settled. Believe me, gentlemen, some women don't like big cocks -- they can be painful, especially when banging against the cervix. And, some girls love them. One writer told me that of her first two lovers, one was more than seven inches and the other was eight. Yow, girl!

Most women are not cock-obsessed the way some men can be about breasts. I have known men who would fuck a dead cow if a pair of 40-DDs were attached to it. Give me leg men who appreciate modest but pert breasts.

Have I ever told a white lie to a man who asked about his size? You bet.

Here's the deal, though: a man with a big tool can't just show up. He can hurt me or, worse, bore me. And some men are so big, they have a hard time finding women who can handle it. Porn star or freakish doesn't do it for me. Seven inches to about nine, and nicely thick, does. But, my best lover was average and thick, with a nice big helmet of a cock head. So, life is unfair and some men are well-endowed. But the best lovers must be skillful and giving. That can make up for average, or even below average.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Ah, youth. My abstemious week wasn’t helped today by walking in on some canoodling by two of my younger co-workers. I made a short cut through a conference room and found James seated lordly in a chair, with Megan on her knees enthusiastically sucking his cock.

All I saw at first was motion: her head with a helmet of golden blond hair rising and falling on his crotch; his eyes falling back in his head, I was just a few feet away and they didn’t even notice. I admit I watched for a moment, getting very aroused. Then I, “a-hem-ed” and they hastily tried to put themselves back together.

“Have fun, kids, but don’t get caught,” I laughed as I walked away. Not everybody in my very respectable institution would have been as forgiving. Which is not to say I don’t know where many hypocritical bodies are buried. But I loved it. It’s always good to see there’s passion in the world.

Watching Megan service young James reminded me of the first time I sucked a cock on my knees. It certainly wasn’t the last. I was an undergraduate and meeting with one of my professors, whom I had an insane crush on. He was incredibly worldly, poetic, intellectual and appealing, especially to me at 20.

While I had flirted with him, and knew friends who had slept with their professors, I never had any sense he wanted me. Until the day I was in his office going over a paper I had turned in. We ended up sitting close as he went through some long forgotten nuance of something-or-other, and suddenly he leaned over, took my face in his hands, and kissed me passionately. It was the most romantic and adult thing that had yet happened to me.

I vividly remember spontaneously falling to my knees in front of him as I caressed his legs and crotch, and then freed his cock from inside his zipper. The head was nearly purple it was so engorged, and I happily took it in my mouth. I stayed down there as I gave him a major working over, licking the shaft, lightly running my tongue over the head, then taking it all inside my mouth and moving up and down as I sucked with increasing fervor. He was probably 50, but in my hands and mouth he was as hard as a 20-year-old.

I imagine I looked much like young Megan, only with red hair. Well, the prof was in heaven, moaning and stroking my hair, urging me on. I felt very plugged into the moves that turned him on.

Everything I had learned so far in my elite liberal arts education said that this was an outrageous example of the oppressive patriarchy: a woman on her knees before the phallus of male dominance. But everything in my quivering young bod said, fuck it -- I want that cock in my mouth, feeling every pulse and throb. While I licked and sucked, I could feel my panties drench. My denim miniskirt was riding up above my butt. Anyone who would have walked in would have gotten quite a view!

I lost track of time, but soon he was bucking against my face and gasping. Then he grabbed me head and hair as he shot into my young mouth. I eagerly swallowed every bit of it. His come tasted bitter compared to what I had sampled from my college boyfriends, and it wasn’t in the same copious, thick quantities. But I felt like a real woman.

We met a couple of more times and did some serious screwing. It never turned into much more. But I remembered how aroused I was dropping to me knees and taking him in my mouth. I added it to my sexual repertoire, realizing that it made men feel really studly. But it turned me on, as well.

Since then, I’ve been on my knees in public a couple of times, nearly getting caught at a library once. And one lover nearly fell over when he was standing as I brought him off in a violent orgasm. What could be better? When a man lays me down on the edge of the bed and gets on his knees to give me a long, slow, expert licking.

Wednesday, December 5, 2007

I have entered the "no fuck" zone for awhile. I am wearing slacks and longer skirts, avoiding bars and parties, keeping my intimidating game face on at work.

I am horny as hell.

But I need a breather, after a wild affair with Mike that I didn't expect or (I tell myself) intend, and then with Josh, which I really didn't intend. But I've loved every man I ever slept with, after my fashion, and I'd be lying if I didn't admit to feeling kicked to the curb. Even my friend Kathleen isn't treating me the same, now that she's getting that magnificent Mike dick every night. Well, good for her. I did enjoy that one night of giving her a first dose of little girl love.

I think about Josh with his frosty blond fiance Lindsey and say, good luck getting her to suck your cock the way I did. And to swallow every drop. Good luck having her ready for the next round when you want more. Hell, he'll probably marry her. Who knows better at that age?

Two cheers for younger men. I will miss Mike's washboard abs, ready erection and strong stream of semen. Older men have their own charms, but those usually aren't among them. Josh wasn't as big, but he was also an Energizer Bunny in bed, and I loved feeling that powerful spurt in my mouth. And unlike Josh, Mike really had stamina. He could FUCK, Dear Diary, and not every man can. He knew how to vary his strokes and thrusts and make you beg for more. And then he could just bend me over and take me in the most selfish way, and yet it was still a turn-on.

And yet, they were both immature in their ways, and even after the Glory Fuck of My Life I still want a man who can engage my mind. Mike's hood-ish side would have come to repel me, or worse, to bore me.

Am I a latent submissive? That's what a friend asked upon hearing about this adventure. Honestly, I don't know. I did enjoy being "taken" by Mike, but maybe that's because he knew just how to play it. He fucked me hard, refused to do things my way, anally "raped" me...but he never went too far. And maybe I was ready for a change after my steady, once-a-week-missionary-style boyfriend of late.

The truth is, I am a junkie for the new, for stimulus, for constant change, for breaking taboos and for danger. And my young men with their eager young cocks provided that. And they gave me my first threesomes.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Real-life rarely turns out like erotic fiction. Recall my threesome with Mike and Josh. Male readers expected a "DP" scene. Didn't happen. Then my next threesome (oh, Mom would have a heart attack), involving my friend Kathleen and Mike...that would lead to endless fun and possibilities, right? And when Josh joined, we could also rope in his girlfriend. I've never been in an honest-to-god orgy.

And I won't be anytime soon.

My puritanical Mom visited the evil city for Thanksgiving, so my adventures ground to a halt...without even any grinding. Next time I talked to Mike and Kathleen, I could sense a new dynamic. She acted like a schoolgirl...she had been married for 20 years and has a lot of making up to do. Mike was different, too.

Mike came in my office Tuesday and shut the door. We sat on my little leather sofa as he told me that he wanted to be with Kathleen exclusively for now. I had been expecting this. He admitted that his aunt had taken his virginity when he was 15, and since then he had been attracted to older women.

I couldn't resist rubbing his crotch as he talked. "You're going to miss this," I said at one point, feeling him get very hard and his breath come quickly. I had dressed provocatively both Monday and today. Today I had on boots and a skirt and no panty hose (I was cold but it was worth it). I could tell he was very aroused.

At one point, I stood up and walked over to my desk, and he was soon behind me, caressing me, pinching my nipples. I told him no, it was over, and certainly not here. But he roughly pushed my head down on the desk and pulled up my skirt. I heard his zipper as his hand ripped open my panties and pulled aside my pussy lips. Even though I tried to prepare myself, I had the breath nearly knocked out when he impaled me from behind with his eight-inch cock. All the while I was telling him "No" and "Stop!" (But not too loudly )

What followed was a delicious little forbidden goodbye fuck, him calling me a slut and a cunt and Sue, before emptying himself inside me. I probably burst a blood vessel not screaming when I came. Then he pulled out and I heard the door open and close, and he was gone, me still face-down on the desk, smiling.

Meanwhile, Josh called me and said the girl from the other night is his fiance, Lindsey, and she was very upset about the whole scene. He swore to her that he and I hadn't slept together, and told me we couldn't be together again. Are all young people so uptight?

Friday, November 23, 2007

I came to blowjobs early. I was a virgin until I was 19 -- this even though I was a cheerleader in high school, and was aware at an early age that I had this effect on men. Even before I properly lost my virginity, I sucked cock. I was a virgin cocksucker.

Christopher and I were making out, and things were getting hot and heavy. I was just dripping wet and so aroused. I let him rub my crotch, then finger me, and I had an orgasm. He so wanted to fuck me, but I wouldn't let him. But I had been caressing him, and suddenly his cock was out. So I took it in my mouth. I was 18, and he wouldn't be the boy who got my cherry, but his would be the first cock I sucked.

I'm sure my technique was poor. On the other hand, it came very naturally, and I loved the feel of it in my mouth, that existential soft and hard that is the man's aroused penis. He seemed to love it. He claimed to be experienced, but he sure came in a hurry. I heard this loud moan, he gripped my hair, and I tasted his pungent, thick semen. One-two-three shots hit my throat and the roof of my mouth. I was surprised, but tried to swallow as much as I could. It made a mess on his jeans and car seat. (I am too tall to have car-fucking stories, but I have sucked many a cock in a car, as well as fucking on a hood -- we left dents).

All told, I've probably sucked off a third more men than the total I've had intercourse with. I love to swallow. I love a man who has a big load, especially if it's a strong stream.

I love the feeling of being connected to the man, discovering the moves that arouse a particular man. I love to suck cock as an icebreaker, lovemaking appetizer, public tryst or even love affair farewell. I love the few times I have had the semen of more than one man sloshing around in my stomach.

Do I have a killer method? Not sure, but men seem to like it. I love to play and tease with my hand and tongue, lightly licking, sometimes using my panties or another soft fabric to run across the shaft. There's this moment when I first take him into my mouth all the way. Then I go back to licking, the shaft, the head, the balls. Ony gradually, do I get down to business and really fuck my mouth with his cock. Often I also use my hand to jack off the shaft as I suck on the head -- this often has immediate results. Sometimes I use both hands to message the shaft, rubbing in opposite directions while also sucking.

Later I learned an alternative method, which is a very light use of my mouth and suction to slowly bring a man off. He only gradually gets aroused, but then it's an amazing effect, and he comes very powerfully. Sometimes I hold some come in my mouth and rise up to give him a long, luxurious French kiss. Some men are surprised, but all eventually get into it. Many say the "feather blowjob" is the best they have ever had.

After my husband found me fucking his best friend (long story), and we had a nasty breakup, I still gave him a farewell blowjob. I said, with come still on my lips, "You'll miss this." He agreed.

Monday, November 19, 2007

How much more complicated could my life get? I fall into this wild fling with a younger man, who likes to "take me," and I find that I like it. Then his even younger roommate joins us, and I get my fantasy of a threesome come true. Yes, young and strong. Now I know this has no future; one is 12 years younger and the other is almost 17 years younger! It's wonderful balm for an ego closing in on 40 to be desired by these young studs. But...I want to pull the ripcord before I am dumped for a sweet young thang or Mike's proto-violence gets scary.

I didn't tell you that afterwards, last week, Josh came to my place on his own and we played. He's both sweet and athletically sexual, and I warned him not to fall in love with me. When Mike demanded to know where I was, I told him. I could see the wheels turning...he would "punish" me. I didn't know whether to anticipate it or worry. I could imagine a scenario where it turns to something close to rape, and one of us gets hurt.

Events over the weekend solved the dilemma. I was at a bar with my friend Kathleen. Shorn of the puritanical Jennifer, we had a good ol' girl conversation on s-e-x, specifically my adventures of the previous two weeks. I should say here that Kathleen is a few years older, a musician, brilliant and outspoken. She heard my tale and blurted out, "God, I wish someone would take me that way."

So was born half a plan in my mind. I said, "Let's go over to Mike's apartment." So a little tipsy already, we stopped for a bottle of wine to oil the conversation, and soon were at his door. Let's just say, the wine never got opened. From the minute Mike opened the door, his eyes were lit with lust.

Roomie Josh wasn't there, so I realized my punishment would be to watch as Mike got to know Kathleen...and I do mean it biblically. Few preliminaries. They soon fell to kissing, and things went from there. It was interesting to watch him work as a bystander, and to watch Kathleen. He was both rough and teasing, and she seemed to know how to "fight" him to get him going, then to back him off a little. Me, I had been a little rag doll knowing none of this.

Later, Kathleen would tell me it had been four years since she had had sex. I think she made up for some of the lost time with Mike. When he had finally come in her, he made me lick her. I was eager for it...it had been several years since I was with a woman, and Kathleen always seemed sexy to me, in this smoldering, dark way. My tongue was bathed in this amazing mixture of his thick semen and Kathleen's sweet pussy juices. When Mike was recharged, he gave me a wild fucking, too, and at one point, he was fucking me from behind with that huge dick of his while Kathleen was licking me. I've never come so hard.

I was disappointed that Josh wasn't there. Then, he came home...with a pretty little blonde thang. Oh, she was luminous. I wish I could say we went seventies retro, but it was not to be. His date (was I a little jealous?) seemed very wierded out and they soon left. Oh, the trains we could have pulled. (Are there no young sluts, the way I was in college??)

Thursday, November 15, 2007

If my life were like "Sex and the City," I suppose I would have girlfriends with whom I could share every naughty thought and adventure. Alas, life isn't like television. That much was clear when I tried, ever so daintily, to mention my young men to my pals Jennifer and Kathleen.

Jennifer if in her early thirties, and effortlessly lovely. She has the kind of perfect hair that brushes along the nape of her neck, flawless fair skin. If I were in one of my girl phases, I would find her very attractive physically. She's married with two kids, but I don't even know if she's ever had an orgasm. She reminds me of my collehttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifge friend Megan, who refused to let her boyfriend go down on her -- she didn't want to lose control, she told me. (Please, let me lose control!!). This was no problem in jump-and-hump college, but then she met this older gentleman, who really wanted to love on her nether-regions. No, said Megan. Go figure.

Kathleen is older, creative, wonderfully smart and insightful. If I could peel Kathleen away, I know she would love to talk sex. She was very intrigued about my two young men, and pressed me for details. I thought Jennifer was going to pass out. She changed the subject as quickly as she could. I could feel her judging me...well, I was judging back. Kathleen observed that she always wanted to "fuck like a man," meaning just the sex and no emotional entanglements. I want to know if she fulfilled the quest.

So, yes, boys, we discuss sex and men, but not the same way I imagine males do. Sometimes I wish we did. My earthy sensibilities would be satisfied.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

So here I am in the wild-girl hangover week, where I mostly want to be left alone. But the teary conversation with the betrayed boyfriend couldn't be put off, and the tears on both sides were genuine. A man warned me once that my horniness would make it difficult to maintain a steady relationship. Oh, for the equivalent of an old European life, with mistresses on the side of a happy home life...with the gender roles reversed. Alas, I don't make enough money to afford that, and most men don't want to be "kept."

Now I have to keep young Josh from falling in love with me. I need to end both these dalliances. For one thing, I don't want to be dumped when they find some sweet young thang, and be reminded that 40 is staring me in the face. Ah, but can I have one last taste?

Monday, November 12, 2007

It happened, and my feelings are so mixed. I went on a bad-girl hunt to look over the edge. I can’t say I won’t do it again. But for now I have to step back for a little while and collect myself.

It was Saturday night, balmy-cool, with the breeze spinning the leaves in the streets. Friday night I had taken a breather, much to Mike’s frustration. I went out with my girlfriends, Jennifer and Kathleen. I talked about my situation in an elliptical way. More about that later.

On Saturday night, I met Mike for drinks at a bar halfway between my condo and his apartment. I had on a knit top, short jacket, short skirt, boots. I looked great. As I was leaving my building, this guy coming in with his wife couldn’t take his eyes off me. Bet that complicated his life that night. I drank a couple of martinis while Mike stroked my thigh and seemed to catalog all the men watching me. Outside the bedroom, he can be witty, wise, able to converse about so much. He can be an old soul for a young man. This night we were both nervous. Then he took me back to his apartment. I was already damp in anticipation, while the sensible me, the one who has built a career, was thinking this was insane.

The apartment was empty, and I wondered how it would go down. Mike was so horny from my outfit that he just bent me over a sofa back, ripped off my panties – yes, ripped – and worked his cock into me. I looked out the window at the city lights and started moaning. I could feel him rotating his hips, fucking me from this angle and that. It felt great. Every man who had seen me that night had wanted to do that. We both knew this and it was such a turn on. He stopped as I really started to shake and whimper.

A blindfold. He took me in his bedroom and put a blindfold on me. He sat me on the edge of the bed and gently undressed me. He caressed my face and I felt the tip of his big cock head on my lips. I licked and teased it, then took his full length, expecting any moment the violent face-fucking he had given me before. The room was silent. But he pulled out and caressed my thighs and breasts and face. I felt the cock at my lips again and opened my mouth, reached up and caressed it.

It was different. Shorter, but nice, thick, with a pronounced helmet of a head and tight, large balls. A nice package. Josh. I heard Mike’s voice stage-managing, telling me how I wasn’t better than them, just a dirty slut who wanted them. I moaned in agreement as I worked over Josh’s cock. He came very quickly and I swallowed every drop. This may not have been the plan. Mike berated poor Josh’s staying power. Then I was pushed back on the bed, flipped over, my ass raised up and my head pushed down. I knew what was coming, and I was a good rag doll. As he moved from my cunt, as he calls it, to my anus, I just tried to relax. He pushes, I tense, he thrusts deeper, I try to get past my pain and fear. Then I was in that zone again, where that deep orgasm was just ripped out of me.

Again, he left me alone on the bed, moaning and teary. I had forgotten all about Josh, but he climbed in beside me and held me and stroked me. He got hard again…the benefit of youth…and I opened my legs and guided him inside me. He looks so so young. It’s flattering to have him attracted to me, and also odd-feeling. He acquitted himself better, gave me a good fucking, and I ended up riding him and coming again, then feeling him explode inside me. I had semen coming out of every orifice, and it was probably only an hour into our night.

Sorry…no DP action. And I couldn’t get anything going between the boys. Mike seems particularly homophobic. We did many combinations, tho…me doggy sucking one and being fucked by the other…sitting on Josh’s face while I sucked Mike dry. I think I finally wore them both out and by morning, their orgasms were producing little baby spurts of semen.

Oh, I felt sexy and used and worshipped and taken. I came and was pleasured. So amazing to feel the differences between the two men, and the sameness. Skin on skin, hands all over me, wrapping my legs and I get pumped… It was also strange and risky, both beneath me in the workplace and who knows where it will lead. Maybe a little anti-climactic after my wild week before? I don’t know. This has no future. I’m not sorry I did it. But it also feels strange. Is that the residue of my good-girl, overachieving upbringing?

Sunday, November 11, 2007

I did it and spent Sunday with wildly mixed feelings. At some point, I'll sort things out and share.

Believe it or not, I was a late bloomer, losing my virginity at age 19. Wildness for me has come in cycles. So soon after, I had an affair with my college suite-mate. Within the year, I ended up at a frat party, drunk, and on a basement mattress with a cute guy I had just met. After he was done, I was lying there feeling high and sexy when he was replaced atop me by another boy I didn't know. He didn't last long, and I gathered my clothes and got the hell out of there. So much for the snobby, virginal National Merit Scholar. This is a story for another day, dear reader. But it was my first wild cycle, and my first experience with something close to a threesome.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

I was home on Tuesday night, feeling kind of mopey and horny. Mike (my young man from the previous Friday night adventure) calls at ten. Now, he’s got the most beautiful, sexy voice. He tells me to come to his place. It’s a work night and I’m still pretty wiped out from the weekend. But, after everything or in spite of it, I had already made up my mind. I said yes. Oh, he wants to know what kind of lingerie I have. So he announces how I will dress: black sheer stockings, black garter belt, black panties, same black pumps I had on Monday – and I can wear my trench coat over it. This, too, is nuts, but I realized as we talked that I had already decided. I was going to go where he wanted to take me. I just had to. So I got “dressed” and walked several blocks to his apartment, imagining what would happen if the police stopped me. And I felt incredibly free and sexy.

There were no preliminaries at the door. He just took my face in his hands and started kissing me, gently at first. Then he steered me into the bedroom again, the scene of the crime from Friday night. In my head were all my resolutions: I wouldn’t see him again, or if I did I would demand he be a gentleman, or we would meet somewhere for coffee and talk. I gave them all up, had done so probably over the weekend, whatever my head said.

We only got to the foot of the bed. He pushed me down on my knees and dropped his pants. I was still in the trench coat. He had seemed uninterested in what was beneath when I arrived. Anyway, I didn’t need an invitation. His wonderful cock was already hard. It has this amazing big head that really stands out, and I started licking and sucking. I am really good at this. He was still standing and his pants were at his ankles. So I just went to town, sucking, licking, stroking balls. Then, with no warning, he grabbed my hair and poked his cock deep into my throat. I gagged and started to fight back. But, no. I had resolved on the way over to be a rag doll, to let him take me and have me. It had been too intensely wonderful before not to do it again. Fighting back just made him hold my head tighter, while he fucked my mouth and throat. I was gagging and making noises, trying to suck. Tears came out of my eyes. Then his cock gives a big pulse and this huge string of semen goes over the back of my tongue and right into my throat. I’m gagging, trying to swallow, and it just keeps coming. I can feel it spraying out of the sides of my mouth, too. When he finally pulls out I am about to pass out.

When I could finally stand up, I slapped him, hard. That wasn’t in my “rag doll” script, and I expected him to cold cock me. But he just grinned and pulled off the trench coat. He pushed me down on the bed, literally ripped off the panties, and gave me some amazing tongue-loving. But he stopped when I started to have little orgasms. He orders me to lie back and he climbs on top, and almost immediately he drives his cock into me. He’s BIG and it hurt at first, but I was more prepared this time. He fucked me a long time, especially with my legs up over his shoulders and up against the insides of his elbows. That position especially makes me feel vulnerable. He fucked me hard, with real rage, before showing me he had some other moves. Some men when they fuck you have an angelic smile. Mike just looks angry, but he’s damned handsome, like a dark-haired Matt Damon. And he knows how to fuck a woman. He kept me so close to orgasm, but would back off his rhythm to keep me from going over the edge. Amazing technique for a young man, in my experience.

I knew where it would progress. He ordered me on my knees and I did it, head down, ass up. “Rag doll,” I kept telling myself. I had brought a tube of KY, and he actually used it. But he was still rough, maybe rougher this time, first fucking me in my pussy, going so deep it hurt, and then in my ass. God, he gave me a fucking. I just gave into it all. It really was this transporting surrender…even though a voice was saying, “This is not you.” All the while, he still called me Sue, and calling me every dirty name while he fucked me. Me, I am moaning, whimpering, finally screaming. Then I came harder than I ever had in my life, and I did that crying thing again…what is that about?? He shouted and I felt his cock spurt in my ass, felt the pressure and the pulse. I just fell forward and he fell on me. But just like before, he can’t get away fast enough. Sits on the side of the bed. Smokes a cigarette, staring out the window, ignoring me while I bawl. I could feel his cum tricking out on my perineum, down into my pussy. I felt great.

Then I hear this man’s voice, and I turn to see this young guy standing in the door. He’s only wearing underwear and he’s got a very obvious hard-on. And I recognize him! He’s this intern named Josh. Turns out he’s rooming with Mike. Fuck! He said I sure made a lot of noise. He said, “You look great, Sue.” Sue! He saw me buck naked, cum coming out me, Mike’s big dick slick from me. I couldn’t get under the damned sheet, so finally just stood up and put on the trench coat. I walked home alone, feeling so slutty and used and satisfied. But the last thing I need is for this intern to start talking around work.

When I got home, bf was there. He went bananas. I couldn’t keep the trench coat on forever, and I know I had this “just fucked look.” It was bad. So all day Wednesday I was trying to put out fires. But, God, I felt good.

He spent the night Thursday, and he fucked me and came in my four times. I brought him off in my mouth once. It has been years since anyone has fucked me this way. On the way out, he said he wants me to fuck Josh. There’s no way I can fuck an intern…

I went out for a drink last Friday with a co-worker. He is 26 and I am 38, and we both have people we are seeing. He seemed like a nice guy, and I'd be lying if I didn't say we had been flirting and I was attracted to him. I had a couple of martinis and we went back to his place.

We ended up making out and things were getting very hot. I wasn't sure if I really wanted this to go very far yet, but he was very insistent and he was getting me very hot. He had his hand up my skirt and I was very wet. I didn't say no, but I told him to slow down, go slow. Didn't help. I was messaging his cock, and it went down his pants leg, so I knew he was very blessed.

I thought I could get better control if I agreed to suck his cock, and he really loved it. Thought I could make him come in my mouth and we could take a pause. I could make a graceful exit, and we'd see where things stood the next day. And he had a magnificent cock, at least eight inches and thick, with a huge circumcised head. Wow.

He calls me "Sue" as this is happening. Only a few family members call me that. I said, "Call me Linda or Linda Sue." He ignores me and keeps calling me Sue, which is somehow, crazily arousing.

My plan didn't work. He nearly picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. Next thing I know, he's got me on my knees, ass in the air and head on a pillow. He doesn't even take off my skirt, just plows right into my pussy. God, I almost passed out. And he fucks me hard. And it goes on. Well, to tell the truth, I got into it...just lost time. I knew this wasn't going too smart, but, oh he was fucking me. I came really hard, and I am a screamer. He still didn't come. He's just slowly fucking me still, then I feel his head against my anus.

I said, "No!" And I tried to pull away, but I was so wiped out from my orgasm and he had me by the hips, strong as hell. He rammed into me. God, it hurt. I yelled at him but he totally ignores me, starts fucking me like an animal. And I am sure I was screaming like an animal. Then I had this second orgasm, from down deep, a very new feeling. He came really heavy, I could feel it spewing into me.

(n.b. later Mike said that even lubricated with my pussy juice, he could only get about half of his cock in my ass. But it felt like it was in up to the hilt!)

I fell forward into the bed and he's gone. He cleans off in the bathroom and goes to watch TV. Bastard. I got my clothes and left. He says, "Little stuck-up tease Sue gave it ALL up..." and he's not really even talking to me but to himself.

There were parts of it that were some of the most intense turn-ons of my life. He really pulled something deep from inside me. But he was also a jerk. I was crying after my second orgasm...very weird. Just totally stripped bare emotionally. And I like to be held. So I think, he'll never get this again.

On Saturday, he called and apologized. Hmmm.

Monday I wore one of my favorite power suits to work, with a skirt above the knees and black pumps. I see Mike (the guy) as I walk in, and he gives this knowing little smile. I just walked past. Let him stew while I make up my mind. When I got into my office, I could feel myself flush. Hope he didn't see. My anus still hurt, and I walked funny for a day or so. But it was also very exciting.

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I'm the sophisticated, educated woman in the power suit during the day...and you might know me as Linda.
Beneath it, I'm hornier at 40 than I was at 19, and telling strangers about my love life is therapy from my button-down professional world.
These are true stories. Only the names of the lovers have been changed to protect the (sometimes) innocent.
I welcome your comments and questions (ask me anything, really).